Stone's Throw

[NPCs]

The clerk glares at Charon, sending the message that he's failed his job interview with ease. "Pitiful!" the noble exclaims, eyes widening with outrage. "You- you- ignorant cretin! How dare you insult the zi' Polim family in such a way!"

[Charon Tethras]

Charon shrugs a shoulder. "Easily. Train your beast better."

[NPCs]

The sheer wrongness of Charon's words stun not just the two humans but the dinosaur as well. Which... wait, can they understand him? "Beast? Beast? My Dewie is both smarter and more educated than any three of you gutter--" zi'Polim just barely manages to bite off the rest of that sentence as he remembers he's in public. "Pah! My order," he barks instead, reaching out his hand for the package. 

"Of course sir of course here it is," said clerk replies without any pauses in the flow of words. The package is exchanged, then zi'Polim reaches into his suit. And goes still, still red cheeks paling, then slowly darkening. 

[Charon Tethras]

Charon rolls his eyes, starting towards the door. This is a bust. Damn. I'll have to try some other shop.

[NPCs]

"Where is-- I know I-- You! Dewie, stop him!" With far too much speed for something that looks so ungainly, the bipedal lizard hops back to the door, cutting Charon off.

[Charon Tethras]

Charon shifts into a stance, claws coming out as he hisses at the creature. 

[NPCs]

"Thief!" zi'Polis shouts... at Charon? The fuck? "You've taken my purse!"

[Charon Tethras]

"I've done no such thing!"

[NPCs]

"I always carry it right here!" He pats at his upper torso, where he'd reached into his tunic just a moment ago. "You bumped into me when I entered, you must have taken it then!"

[Charon Tethras]

"I'm not a pickpocket! I wouldn't even know how!"

[NPCs]

"Which is exactly what a pickpocket would say when he's caught," zi'Polis declares triumphantly. 

Looking more than a little nervous-- and frustrated-- the clerk offers, "should I call the guard, Lord Founder?"

[Charon Tethras]

Charon turns out his pockets, showing nothing but his own coin pouch. "Look, I don't have it. Problem solved."

[NPCs]

"As if I'm fool enough to think pockets are the only place one could hide something," the noble says with a scoff, though the clerk is frowning doubtfully.

[GamesMaster]

The clerk, seeing which way this is going, nods at his shopgirl, who pops out. A few seconds later, two guardsmen come in, scowling at the arrangement. "What's all this then?"

[NPCs]

"My purse has been stolen!" zi'Polim declares, neck flushed with indignation. Dewie, thankfully, is either smart or trained enough to have moved out of the way of the guards, though he's still staring at Charon like he's a cornered mouse.